Chapter 8
“Congratulations.” Oliver said quietly.[]
I smiled and held up my divorce certificate: “Same to you.“]]
Walking out of the courthouse, I took a deep breath
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I felt like a completely new person.[]
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“Oliver, maybe we can get together?” I suddenly blurted out.
Oliver stopped mid–step.
“I mean, we’re both in the same boat. That’s gotta be fate or something.“]
I watched his ears gradually turn red and felt gleeful inside.[]
“Just kidding – you didn’t actually take that seriously, did you?” I laughed.]]
Oliver glanced at me but didn’t say anything.
Something about his expression seemed off though.
“Come on, let me buy you dinner. To celebrate our freedom.“]
I quickly changed the subject.[]
Oliver nodded and silently opened the car door for me.
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He’d done this countless times now, and it always made me feel cared for.
We found a quiet restaurant and sat across from each other.]]
“Seriously though, thank you for all your help.” I raised my glass.
Oliver shook his head: “We were on the same side anyway.”
“Yeah, a couple of betrayed losers.” I laughed.]
Oliver frowned: “Don’t talk about yourself like that.“[]
“Fine, how about we’re warriors rising from the ashes?” I shrugged.[]
Oliver actually cracked a rare smile.
I suddenly realized he was actually pretty handsome when he smiled.
Sunlight streamed through the window onto his profile, softening that usually stern face.[]
“What are you looking at?” Oliver asked.]
“Just thinking you look really handsome when you smile,” I said honestly.[]
“Never noticed before 1-
Oliver’s ears turned red again
This discovery made me ridiculously happy
After dinner. Oliver insisted on driving me back to the hotel.
The car stopped at the hotel entrance. I unbuckled my seatbelt and suddenly said:
“Oliver, I was serious earlier.“}
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Oliver turned to look at me.[]
“If you ever want to date someone, consider me.” “0
I bolted before he could respond, leaving Oliver sitting alone in the car looking stunned.]
Back in my room, I texted Oliver:[]
[Just pretend I was drunk. Forget I said anything.]]]
Oliver didn’t reply.
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After that day, Oliver seemed to be avoiding me.
Even house hunting – he always had some last–minute excuse.
I knew he was uncomfortable because of what I’d said.
Honestly, I regretted it too.
almost ruined our friendship with one stupid joke.
Until a month later, when I showed up at a house I’d been eyeing and found him there.
He was standing on the balcony with his back to me, sunlight outlining his tall figure.
“Nice place.“]}
He didn’t turn around, but somehow knew it was me.
- me.
I walked over to stand beside him: “Yeah, great light and location.“]
“Thinking of buying it?“]
“Yep, can’t live in a hotel forever.” I smiled.[]
He turned to look at me: “Want my opinion?“[]
“Sure, you know more about this stuff than I do.” I nodded.[]
He walked me through every detail of the house.
From the renovation to the orientation, from lighting to ventilation he analyzed everything thoroughly.
“This place is meant for a family,” he finally said.[]
I was confused: “I can live here alone though.”
He shook his head: “It’s too big.“]
“So where do you think I should live?”
“My house.”
